red0blivia

as i barely ever share things i;ve written with others.
but i got more than a little excited when i found the literature portion of tfp and enjoyed reading through some of it.
so i thought i'd send some of my own words hurling out into cyberspace.

eh... but, first, i will say that i neverconsider anything i write/sketch/paint finished or complete (i'm more than a little compulsive), which is one of the main reasons i, normally, don't share them with others.
erm...
and i am usually only write when i;m feeling upset/down/languid.
i am really not this depressed...heh...
anyway, here's a few:

-------------The City -------------
the city breathes into the clouds
it's head is heavy, bricked and bowed
the tainted veins and festering creases
serve the living dead in juicy greases
the city is raped…inseminated…infected
parasites writhe and feed - undetected
and fill what’s empty with rancid pain
that clings to stone despite the rain
that pours like piss into their eyes
that cannot see or turn or cry
the tears they need to clear the path
into their mouths, so that they can ask
"why does our city breathe into the clouds,
while it's head is somberly bowed?"

red0blivia

i see the future…
an excoriated and flaccid flailing sheet of scabbed skin,
blowing in the acid wind of mourning.
I see a thousand bodies in a pile in the corner,
some moving, some swelling…

i see the world in sepia tones.
dirt
brown
and deep visceral reds on occasion.
no green.
no lying bright and egotistical blues.
that is for the past.

when that frowzy hominid started the first flickering fire…
he threw a cloud over everything that moved and grew.
smoke floated over and stained the world.

here I sit...
another of those pathetic sentient beings.
weeping into my hands as I peer through fleshy oblong openings
and see what is left,
see it shrinking into the alleys of the guttural cities.

i see my own face reflected in the oily residue that clings with such strength
to the bricks of each and every bleeding ego.
all I want
is the strength to shatter those reflections.
all I want
is the bravery to brake the hardening skin, that covers and contains the core of my own animalism.

but for all its ugliness
and despite my urge to vomit my spirit in its presence,
i am part of it.
and it is, in some ways, only a reflection of me.

red0blivia

here's one that's not so gloomy... little more playful.

----------Lets Pretend----------
skinny wire skeletons floppy
stained in hard gray semen
clasp upon my person
with pretence that they are demons
curling about in a wicked way
while clinging to my mound
smug - they leer with gleaming eyes
presuming we are forever bound
but as I finger their moist little chins
and pat their tiny heads
i lay out a wooden mattress
pretending to offer a bed
weariness becomes them
and they lay horizon-like down
upon my spring-loaded man trap
their blood stains soon turn brown

red0blivia

angry... grrrr.....

---Membrane---
stop wearing my skin
my shit filled sin
the restricting bag of pain
stop leading my eyes
and feeding me lies
through a smiling red membrane
stop peering into my face
it's my secret place
a labyrinth of mangled thoughts
stop reading this mess
my binary stress
words broken and riddled with rot

red0blivia

i found a journal the other day with these things i wrote when i was younger (15&16) and in an institution. <- i know that sounds weird... but it happens.
i am neither insane nor do i believe i have a personality disorder, but i was spawned in in the most inhospitable place imaginable, for one like me...
bible belt, texas.
people really didn't know what to thnk of me, especially my parents, so they said, "hey, why don't we stash her in an institution in bumfuck, idaho! "
anyway, they kept me good and drugged and here is some of what came of that:

------------------Whited Out------------------
he opens my chart and reads...
pretending i am invisible.
so i SCREAM...
but my voice gets absorbed into the crumbling, polystyrene walls.

and theres this little boy, of not even five,
screaming in the "observation" room-
all dressed in whites.

and i...
i can't quite fathom the point of all this

everything never tastes the same
and is always changing colors.

and for two days straight,
my happiness was a dead butterfly
on the other side of a window that will not shatter.

but then i realized,...
it was really just a dead leaf.

--------------------------------------------------

-word play-

jivacious johnny-jo
kicks and yells as they
readily and repeatedly restrain her

the woeful wreckage of walls
wobble while she wails on them
with fist and feet

sappily sad and screaming
noone but naives pays notice to her
even as the errupting echoes
amplify and take over

and she doesn't even know how to play solitaire...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

-more wordplay-

garbage girl growingly goes
pondering and preparing
love and life without expense
but
she spends sacred
time taking
menacing men
apart and
feverishly finds
that her lascivious laser-light love
was really round, "ripe"
fake fruit
like that on her grandmother's dining room table.

feeling from every
dismal direction, dizziness dictates
as heinous hands hungrily
grasp, grope
for her
paper and pen sanity

needingly knowing naughtily
that she can
eagerly escape everything
with her
palpable pacifying poetry book
safety shield
while her stronger self
will prodigiously and preciously pay

lovely little troublemaker
who used to
dance devilishly at deliverance of difficulties
now crashes and crumbles
when either crisis or crucifix comes

she's now the
deliciously delicate diving spider
with her anti-male, air-spun
water web
and she
carefully carries
the breathing bubble between
her legs.

tecoyah

and for two days straight,
my happiness was a dead butterfly
on the other side of a window that will not shatter.

but then i realized,...
it was really just a dead leaf.

Just freakin'.....WOW

__________________
Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

red0blivia

heh...
yeah, that was a rather low point in my life.

admittedly, odd... but i guess you, kind of, had to be there

J.R.V.A.

--------------Whited Out------------------
he opens my chart and reads...
pretending i am invisible.
so i SCREAM...
but my voice gets absorbed into the crumbling, polystyrene walls.

and theres this little boy, of not even five,
screaming in the "observation" room-
all dressed in whites.

and i...
i can't quite fathom the point of all this

everything never tastes the same
and is always changing colors.

and for two days straight,
my happiness was a dead butterfly
on the other side of a window that will not shatter.

but then i realized,...
it was really just a dead leaf.

I really liked this....Tanks for sharing

__________________
And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

stevie667

Some amazing work, full of emotion.

__________________
Office hours have changed. Please call during office hours for more information.

Sultana

I was quite struck by "Let's Pretend", had to read it several times, and now I have to mentally masticate it...
Masti-CATE! :P

__________________
"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -

Matt Groening

My goal? To fulfill my potential.

red0blivia

careful,... known to induce vomiting.

thanks be to all you peoples for showing interest.

red0blivia

------“Good Morning”------
the drizzle of a new day
sitting in my eyes
the cars the bricks the raindrops
the blood the shit the flies
the time to breathe the cold in
the time of day to cry
the time of day to try to forget
the constant urge to fly
the spinning slicing meat hooks
shooting past my ear
the bags of flesh that glide by
seeping the metallic taste of fear
the gutter trash that swells
and spits as it grows green
the children press their faces
against a cold god screen

and another day doth pass
as I wander through the trees
as I wonder how much longer they have
and if humanity is a disease

red0blivia

flogging words are dry,... like the retentive insomniacs that bubble through the magma that has hardened in plagiarism.

fear not the drooping clocks of the prima facie case. my extended flattery clobbers the cobbles of the bump-drive popularity contest.
pure slovenly rhymes are grimly in time with the influence that surrounds the average visitor from the planet of ape-like, but not buzzardly, intestines.

abandon yourself and jump into the tribal treble of the mutating flagellum of mucous membranes.
and if it is not resentment you represent, then DON'T, in the name of the crescendo of concavial influence, become the student of a workmanship conveyer belt!!!

BEWARE... for the conceptual presence of a more mundane soul-shlepper has grown in strength!
from the time of a gummy worm's birth, in the form of a gooey and vicious attacker who will take no redundancy to heart, to the era of his own complexity of integrated silk sheets and, what can only be conceived as, depraved nudity in a 400 lb. balaclava.

don't be alarmed by the magnitude of the innuendo at hand, as the simple seizmological feedback trackmaster is bulldozed to the tranforming trance.
the words that are uttered, from the moulth of the flippant glue gumlett, bear no mark on my pacified sorcery.

amonkie

Welcome to Tilted Lit, Red0blivia

Your variety in style and flavor is refreshing to read ... and the mental imagery ... takes you places. Thanks for sharing ...

__________________
Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

Seer666

Wow. Some amazing work. A true wordsmith if I ever saw one. Please, keep posting. It's wonderful to read.

__________________
Bad spellers of the world untie!!!

I am the one you warned me of

I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.